The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' RebellionBellamy, Edward
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The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' Rebellion
Bellamy, Edward
Shays' Rebellion, 1786-1787 -- Fiction
legislative powers in the Commonwealth. The reader must excuse this
brief array of dry historical details, because only by bearing in mind
that such had been the peculiar political education of the people of
Berkshire, will it appear fully credible that revolt should so readily
become organized, and anarchy assume the forms of law and order.
From the extent of his property interests and the popular animosity
which endangered them, no gentleman in Stockbridge had more necessity to
keep the right side of Perez Hamlin than Squire Edwards, and it was not
the storekeeper's fault if he did not. Comparatively few days passed in
which Perez did not find himself invited to take a glass of something,
as he passed the store, and without touching the point either of
servility or hypocrisy Edwards knew how to make himself so affable that
Perez began actually to think that perhaps he liked him for his own
sake, and even cherished the wild idea of taking him into confidence
concerning his passion and hope as to Desire. Had he done so Edwards
would certainly have found himself in a very awkward predicament.
Meanwhile, day after day and even week after week passed, and save for
an occasional glimpse of her passing a window, or the shadow on her
bedroom curtain with which his long night watches were sometimes
rewarded, he saw nothing of Desire. She never went on the street, and
for two Sundays had stayed at home from meeting. He could not muster
courage to ask Edwards about her, feeling that it must be that she kept
within doors merely to avoid him. One evening, however, late in October,
as he was sitting over some rum with the storekeeper, the latter
remarked, in a casual way, that the doctor had advised that his daughter
Desire, who had not been well of late, should take a trip to Pittsfield
for her health, and as if it were something quite casual, asked Perez to
have the kindness to make out a pass for her to go the next day. As
the Squire made this request, speaking as if it were a mere matter of
course, Perez was in the act of raising a glass of liquor to his lips.
He gave Edwards one glance, very slowly set down the untasted beverage,
and without a word of reply or of parting salutation, got up and went
out. The moment he was gone the door connecting the living-rooms with
the back of the store, softly opened, and Mrs. Edwards and Desire
entered.
“Did you get it?” asked the latter.
“Get it,” replied Edwards in disgust, “I should think not. He looked at
me like a wolf when I spoke of it. I had some notion that he would stick
his hanger through my stomach, but he thought better of that and got
up and stalked out without so much as winking at me. He's a terrible
fellow. I doubt if he does not some outrage to us for this.”
“Dear! Dear! What shall I do?” cried Desire, wringing her hands. “I
must go. I can't stay here, shut up like a prisoner, I shall be sick and
die.”
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